"Come here. What is wrong with you?" 

Oh no. As if Rosemund needed [i]more[/i] trouble than she already had. Knotting her eyebrows, the servant wondered if royalty had anything better to do than to watch their maids and servants work. Evidently, some did not. Hurriedly, she finished on the window, leaving it with a sparkly-clean appearance, and climbed with her purposely-irritating slowness to the bottom of the ladder. After all, there was no way Aire was truly concerned. 

When she approached him, it was with a bowed head but otherwise her stubborn demeanor. The truth that she was almost shaking with dread. If he asked questions, she'd either tell the truth and get in very hot water, or she'd lie herself into a deep hole from which it would be hard to escape. 

"There is nothing wrong, your Highness."